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Among the Unawake poems from the Great Plains by Rodney Nelson

E i g h t   J a n u a r y

Again the little crab tree on the avenue

writing what I see out my window might make
it seem that I am stuck in here
this apartment
or an invalid or just invalid

yesterday a woman put on her coat in the
mild light of it and hugged me
no sad word said
have known how it is to be not wanted too

have known and wanted that woman for twenty-two
years but accumulated memories are the
horror of a home so I have not made or kept
have avoided being stuck in anywhere

she will come over in a week or two
or three
when she
leaves I may go out myself as though to
the appointment no one can avoid
when- and where-
ever that might be but not on this avenue


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